(James Young)
Sittin' here on terra firma
It's the kind of place we were meant to be

Out here kinda lost in space now
Pondering life's mysteries
All of minkind worship at the altar

Of old mythology
But the genie's out of the bottle
Collision course with eternity


Young children playing in the chat room
With the freaks and the satellites

Upload the nearset planet
Burnin' out at the speed of light
Better living for the masses

With the new technology
But some fool went and pushed the button
He didn't get an apology


Feeling good is a new sensation
Panacea for the Prozac nation


Heavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the father


Sacred cow sizzling in the fire
As we all go up in flames

With millions of true believers
And their unfamiliar names
On the road to good intentions

Blown to hell by our own inventions
Heavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the father

Unholy, holy water
Leading us like lambs to the...


Custom made for the self reliant
Lemonade for the thirsty giant


Heavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the father
Unholy, holy water

Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter)